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[mouthfulofpigeon]

[A.

Wow, man, it seems that you have basically fucked up; not only did you get friendly/handsy/conversational/in the same area code as Gamma, but, now? Zimmy can't find her.

That makes you public enemy #1.]

Yer get one chance, schlub! Where the hell is she?!


[B.



Wh

...is Zimmy in a good mood?

All current evidence - which is in direct conflict with previously-gathered evidence that suggests that she is never in a good mood - seems to point to this conclusion! Probably the rain; she always gets better in the rain. Still... this much? It's a rare sight.

With a goofy grin, the Zalgo-faced demon creepy girl kicks off her shoes (literally kicks, sending them flying through a nearby window), and just... spins in a circle, letting the ran wash over her, and clear the gunk from her eyes. After a moment, she takes a couple of steps back, and plops down against a tree, looking basically as content as can be.

Are you scared yet?]


[C.



Welp. You sure did get pulled into the Fitty Zone Zimmy's waking nightmares.

Remember how, like, a moment ago, there were trees? Gardens? Sunlight? Yeah, not anymore; it's all been replaced by a shadowy cityscape, filled with faceless walking horrors, and caricatures of society's decay.

Zimmy's staring at you intently, and clearly on edge; she looks torn between beating the piss out of you, and running for her life. As it is, she's taken up a defensive posture, and seems to be waiting for you to make the first move, and confirm your true nature.]

anemoi villain, maybe?

[what_are_humans]

-1-


[Comm post!]

Humans hurt very easily.
If you kill one human, other humans will be hurt, even if you don't touch them.
Forming bonds with each other just opens them to more pain.

So why?


-2-


[FIGHT PROMPT. The shapeshifting boy is proving exceedingly dangerous and almost impossible to damage... but at a moment when he has the high ground, he reverts to his small humanoid form, looking disappointed and a little frustrated.]

So weak! If I go all out, your fragile body would shatter from just a hit or two. It's impossible for me to enjoy this.

Is there anything I can do to force you to become more powerful? I read that humans are capable of feats of great strength in unexpected circumstances. Should I give you a few days to increase your power? Or maybe I could threaten to kill your friends. What will it take to make this interesting for me?


-3-


[For whatever reason, you've ended up taking Maimakterion around Sirocco! When he's not trying to kill people, he's actually quite non-threatening. He follows along with a dull expression, taking in everything he's shown, sometimes taking spontaneous and intense interest in random details, seldom staying anywhere for too long. There's too much information to absorb to be standing still.]

I want to see the market next.

IMPERIAL_SAGA

[nomen_est_numen]

1
That portal wasn't there a second ago. Neither was what fell out of it in a shower of metal bits and wood shards, hitting the floor with a graceless thud, a lump of white and red feathers and white and grey silk. It stirs and regains its feet, wobbling, and turns out to be nothing more than an anthropomorphic leucistic Indian peacock. "'M I... dead?" the bird mumbles, gazing about, said gaze becoming panicked and then bordering on positively deranged.

2
"You there!" A loud, British (Birdish?) voice rings out, stopping you in your tracks. The owner of said voice, described above, stalks forward, his metal-shod feet making quiet scraping and clinking sounds. He stops less than a foot away from you and draws a very shiny, very sharp feather-shaped knife. "Tell me where I am," he continues, his voice now a quiet, dangerous whisper. His eyes are wide and quite unstable....

3
Obligatory combat post! Watch out for those knives out of no-where! Clearly, you are between this bird and whatever he wants. DEFEND YOURSELF. Or... run screaming. Or... whatever it is you do.